Page 94 of A Storm of Fire and Ash
“Fuck it.”
And then he was on me.
He groaned at the first taste. The sound was raw and guttural—like pure ecstasy igniting, a spark setting his restraint on fire.
His hand wrapped around my throat—not rough, but firm enough to make it clear. This was no soft kiss. He crashed his mouth to mine, and gods, I let him. I melted into him. I wanted to be claimed.
My lips parted, and his tongue plunged in, deep and possessive. We found our rhythm instantly—like we were made for this. For each other.
I moaned into his mouth.
I tugged at his tunic, yanking it over his head. He pulled back, just enough for me to take him in. He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Gods, the things I want to do to this mouth, Peach…”
I licked my lips. “Perhaps you should show me.”
He kissed me again—harder, deeper. My magic exploded beneath my skin, pouring into him, crackling like lightning between us. I didn’t understand it… I didn’t care. I just needed him.
Zayn’s hand slipped back to my throat. He leaned down, turning my head with just one finger as he still held my throat, and growled in my ear, “You. Are. Mine.”
My knees nearly buckled.
“I thought you hated me,” I whispered. My hand trailed down his stomach, fingers brushing the band of his trousers.
His brows snapped together. “That’s what you think? That I hate you?” His demeanor changed.
Shit. He looked pissed.
Gods, I’m stupid, why did I just ruin this?!
He slammed both hands against the wall on either side of my head, hips thrusting forward. I gasped as I felt the hard length of him press against my stomach.
“I don’t hate you…” He murmured as he thrust into me again. “I can’t fucking stay away from you, Peach,” he said. “Every second I fight the urge to touch you… to claim you… to mark you and fill you with my cum so any man who even looks at you smells me on you and knows you fucking belong to me.”
A soft moan escaped my lips. He grabbed my jaw and forced me to meet his eyes. “Mine.” Then he lifted me.
My legs wrapped around his waist just as he pinned me to the wall again, his mouth finding mine. The kiss was all teeth and hunger and breathless need. His hands gripped beneath my thighs, holding me up as my back moved up and down on the wall, and gods—his body pressed perfectly against mine.
Our kiss deepened, turned desperate. His tongue slid against mine with wicked purpose, claiming every gasp I gave like it was his right. I rocked my hips into him, and he answered with a growl low in his throat, grinding back hard enough that we both shuddered. Clothes still between us, itdidn’t matter—we dry-humped each other in a rhythm that was primal, heated, maddening. Every press of his hips sent sparks down my spine, every drag of my body against his made him curse softly into my mouth.
“Please,” I begged, my voice ragged. “I need you.”
He ground against my aching core, and I rocked against him in return. Gods, he felt huge.
“Elara,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “You see what you do to me, Peach?” he said, biting my collarbone. He rubbed his very hard and very large length against my aching entrance.
I nearly came from that alone.
“I’m going to make you come until your eyes roll back and see your own mind. Until you forget your own name and only remember mine.”
My back arched. “Gods. Fuck me, Zayn. Please,” I moaned into his mouth. He growled—a deep, feral sound that vibrated through my entire body.
Then—A soft knock. The door creaked open. Yara. Kalista.
Zayn set me down instantly, grabbing his shirt and turning slightly to adjust himself. My cheeks flamed.
“Oh my,” Yara gasped, shielding her eyes and spinning Kalista around. “We will leave you two to…” She didn’t finish. Yara was flustered.
